You just have to shake your head sometimes...  I have always been pretty good about not whining "Why me?"  I'm blessed in many ways, so why bother?  Or - put another way: I can't complain, nobody will listen to me anyway...

So, it was a rather uneventful day at work today.  I love my boss and coworkers - I know, I know, I've said this before - but it does bear repeating.  I'm still getting used to my diagnosis and my mind is taking unscheduled vacations from time to time, but I'm pressing on (thankfully we have a 3 day weekend so that I can finish first semester grades, prep for the next semester, and fill out schedules for my students).  Yes, this is the life of a teacher and if I hear one more pundit bashing teachers, well...  Okay, I don't know what I'd do, but grrrrrr...

So, what was noteworthy about today?  Five minutes to quitting time (4PM), I've got a student sitting at my desk.  He missed the 3PM bus so he was biding his time.  I said, "Hey, you better get out there, or you'll miss the 4 o'clock bus, too!"  He says, "The next bus doesn't come until 5, I'm waiting for it..."  So, of course, I did what most of us would do, I offered him a ride home.

Now I'm not sure I've fully described the place I call home these days and the surrounding environs, but it's desert, and lots of dirt roads.  My student happens to live on one of the latter, and he guided me skillfully to his humble abode without incident.  Well, one interesting thing did happen on the way home.  My eighth grade student proceeded to lecture me about the benefits of medical marijuana.  I really didn't know what to say, so I thanked him for his advice, dropped him off, and headed up the road in the direction that we had not traveled on the inbound route.

This is where things go slightly awry... The sun was largely gone on this remote stretch of road and I couldn't really make out any obstacles on the roadway.  I do happen to drive a special edition braille equipped car (okay, this is humor FYI) and my car managed to feel it's way down the road and over an embedded rock.  The trip home for me then consisted of a tow truck ride to a mechanic; after which the kind tow truck driver, Art, dropped me off out at my mailbox.  I walked the last 1.6 miles in the dark, with the moon eventually rising at my back...

As I've often said, "No good deed goes unpunished."  We shall see how much my kindness - and stupidity - cost me this time.

As I'm fond of saying, "Stay tuned!"

Much love to all.  Thank you again for all the love and kind wishes.  I am so blessed to such incredible friends in my life.

Carpe Diem.

Ken